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My darling, hush. Don't say a thing. |
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Don't speak. Don't tell me anything. |
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Why lust for the things you see? |
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Your dress is torn and on the bathroom floor. |
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Black runs down the porcelain. |
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At least they know your name. |
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The mirrors broken, but not the glass. |
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Now you have the attention you've always wanted. |
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At least they know you. |
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Hush. Don't say a thing. |
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Don't speak. Don't tell me anything. |
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Fall asleep and the nightmare is over |
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You'll avenge all of your lost loves... I'm sorry you've cried. |
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You'll avenge your broken heart... Sorry you've cried. |
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This too shall pass in your sleep... This too shall pass. |
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It's raining again in Portland... |
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So dry your eyes. |
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At night we cut out our hearts. |
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So we won't long for ghosts and forgotten faces. |
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Nor keep faith in warm embraces. |
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I know why you cry yourself to dreams. |
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You'll avenge all of your lost loves... I'm sorry you've cried. |
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You'll avenge your broken heart... Sorry you've cried. |
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This too shall pass in your sleep... This too shall pass |
